When I was a child, I hated eggs. Sometime during my teen years, I decided I liked scrambled eggs. But I’ve remained admittedly closed-minded about eggs over easy, sunny-side up, poached, and soft boiled alike. In fact, until this past weekend, I had never had an omelet.
I’ve been eating a lot of scrambled eggs as of late–plain scrambled eggs with a generous sprinkle of pepper. How boring is that? So, I did some reading and used this video as my guide and made my very first omelet.
I like mushrooms about as much as I like vomiting, so I chose to fill my omelet with sliced cherry tomatoes, minced garlic, spinach, and fresh Parmesan. Since I have never cooked nor eaten an omelet, I felt like I was trying to tie the laces on a pair of sneakers after only ever wearing sandals.
Once my omelet was plated, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I can be so CLUMSY with eggs, but my tiny little omelet looked beautiful!
I sat down with my omelet and a cup of coffee and readied myself for inevitable deliciousness.
Woah…got ahead of myself there. Sad discovery: I do not like omelets.
I want to say it was my selection of ingredients that made in unpalatable. But the taste itself wasn’t bad. It was that the way the eggs stick together gave me the impression I was eating yellow rubber instead of eggs. I ate half of it, just to be a good sport, and then made myself a replacement breakfast of raspberry oatmeal.
I really wonder if playing with the ingredients and incorporating more flavors/seasonings would make me like omelets more. Maybe I need to taste a well-prepared omelet at a restaurant before I know for sure. But what I can say is that I made an omelet, and I did not care for it.
Sigh. Culinary discovery can be a real bitch.